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HERE’S A PAINTING I FINISHED AT LIKE 4AM

meg’s photoshoot with rob was one of the single most visually inspiring things i’d ever seen so i was REALLY intimidated to take on a single one of them. i told myself i wouldn’t pour a ton of time into this, and then immediately threw that thought in the trash

so here is His Holiness being a little judgy

Just Tattoo of Us

A/N: Well, hello there. It’s been a while. This request has been sitting in my inbox for decades and I’ve only just found the motivation, inspiration, and dedication to write this up. What in damnation. This one… It’s not my favourite, let’s just put it that way. And also, I’ve made Harley seem like such a bimbo in this so I apologise, it was just a writing technique to create a contrast. But anyways, this was fun to write, taking some inspiration from my muse in my RP’s, thank you very much, @thekrazykeke and @i-got-that-smilex my darlings, I love you. So enjoy this one, my loves, and I’ll see you next time x.

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr. J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Cheater!Joker, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2,166

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character) /  Joker x Harley

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again


          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be… crooked, let’s say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn’t get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don’t take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I’m telling you. It’s not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the ‘Jester of Genocide’, if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn’t know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn’t get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3 mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn’t kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he execute every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealously wasn’t exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

“I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?” A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching the it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

“Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y”, count me out.“ She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That’s why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It’s refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy” and “play with me, Daddy” from Harls everyday gets repetitive over time.“ He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded of her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I’m sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J.” She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as “Joker” or “Mister J”. She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. “I’m serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips… I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious.”

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

“I don’t think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you’re wrong.” His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must’ve stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away, but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn’t conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

“Puddin’?…” A mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

“Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy’s going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail… by… detail.” The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could’ve been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn’t her, still loved her in his own way.

“Alright, Daddy, but don’t be long. I’ll be waiting…” An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin’.

“You’ve messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She’s just your fucking sex toy and she doesn’t even realise it, thinking you "love” her and shit.“ A rant had been building up inside of her until finally it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a Ph.D, and you’ve somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she’d do anything for you. She’d die for you.”

“And that’s how I like it. People in this city respect me, all becau-.”

“That’s not respect! That’s psychological torture and I’ll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls’ you can have fun with one minute and couldn’t give a fuck about the next.” She didn’t notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn’t even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr. Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she begun to have second thoughts.

“You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You… are one of a kind. You’re unique… You’re mine.” As he spoke  these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the arm rests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. “I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you’ve been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you’re alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn’t even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn’t take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

Play with me, Daddy.”

NU’EST Drops Melancholic 2017 ver. of Hit Track, ‘Hello’ as Thank You to Fans

NU’EST drops heart-wrenching new rendition of their hit track ‘Hello’ (여보세요), performed by four members JR, Aron, Baekho and Ren. Through this acoustic instrumental version that highlights the boys’ vocals with heavy piano notes, the boys send their yearning and thanks to waiting L.O.V.Es, yet with a heavy undertone of awaiting their fifth member, Minhyun (as seen in the hashtag ‘Waiting_you’).

In place of the fellow lead vocals’, we hear vocalists Aron and Ren stepping up to fill the lines; Aron’s dialogue at the beginning and end on top of the beautiful harmonies adds a melancholic touch. JR’s rapping makes for break and added dynamics. Last but not least, this is the first fans have heard Baekho’s vocals since the Produce 101 concert, and his gentle lines mixed with husky tone adds depth to this beautiful rendition.

The emotional release is a stark contrast from the pop ballad version released in 2013, and marks the growth and maturity of the members’ vocals since as well.

While there is no digital release of this version, ‘ 여보세요_2017′ have trended on Twitter in no.1 spot, while ‘ 뉴이스트’ have trended no.1 in Naver and MelOn. ‘여보세요’ is now trending no.2 on MelOn. The video has since earned over 110k views at the time this article was written.

What do you think of the release?

Source: NU'EST

(DJ KnockOut) - R&B Mix 

Tracklist:
Tony Toni Tone - Anniversary
Aaliyah - Rock The Boat
Notorious BIG - One More Chance (Remix)
Ashanti - Foolish
Miguel - How Many Drinks
112 - Cupid
Donell Jones - Shorty (Got Her Eyes On Me)
Jodeci - Come & Talk To Me (Remix)
The Dream - I Love Your Girl
Chris Brown - Strip
Chris Brown - Privacy
Dru Hill - Sleeping In My Bed (So So Def Remix)
Keyshia Cole - Let It Go ft. Missy Elliott & Lil Kim
Diddy - I Need A Girl Pt. 2 Ft. Ginuwine & Loon
Mary J Blige - Real Love
Faith Evans - Love Like This Before
Pharrell - Frontin’
Jagged Edge - Put A Lil Umph In It Ft. Ashanti & Jermaine Dupri
Jacquees - Persian Rugs (Cover)
Rihanna - Sex With Me
R.Kelly - It Seems Like You’re Ready
Keith Sweat - Nobody
Usher - Nice & Slow
Pretty Ricky - Love Like Honey
Jeremih - Birthday Sex
Goldlink - Crew ft. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy

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anonymous asked:

Nessian 16,17 for the prompts :)

Favorite Type(s) of Kissing Headcanon:

- Neck Kisses. Cassian goes for the throat when it comes to Nesta.

- He’s slow at first. Taking his time to work up or down her neck.

- At some point his tongue gets involved. How could he resist not tasting his mate?

- By the time Cassian reaches Nesta’s lips she is impatient and finally takes matters literally into her own hands by pulling him by his leathers.

- Cassian chuckles into the kiss. The vibrations doing wonders for Nesta as she kisses him with urgency.

“Someone’s a bit impatient. If I knew you wanted me so much-”

“Less talking more kissing.” Nesta’s demand is breathless as she deepens the kiss.

- And her commanding tone mixed with her hands running down his chest leaves Cassian at her mercy.

- He is quick to return the passion. His hands running through her hair and tilting her head back to deepen his reach in her mouth with his tongue.

- They both moan, though Cassian’s is deep and shakes Nesta to the core.

- Soon their tongues fight for dominance. A battle that each of them are more than happy to participate in.

- More. More. More.

- Nesta and Cassian think the same thought. In response Nesta clutches and claws at Cassian’s shirt while Cassian’s hands trail down to tease her breasts.

- When they finally break apart their breaths are heaving, but smiles are on their faces.

- “Is that all you got Commander?”

“That was just round one sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Undressing Headcanon:

- Nesta is terribly shy of undressing herself. She’s not one to reveal her emotions so being seen so bare…it frightens her.

- Cassian is understanding the whole time. Never rushing her and simply letting her set the pace.

- Usually Cassian removes an article of his own clothing first. 

- He allows Nesta to get used to his body. He’ll gently hold her hand and place it above his beating heart that gallops underneath her palm.

- Nesta explores Cassian’s body. Her hands running down his chest and across the muscled grooves of his abs. Her eyes will stray lower against her own will.

- And she would be lying if she said that she was scared or thrilled at the sight between his legs.

- Cassian is holding back from pulling Nesta close. He wants to feel her against him. Even if the thin fabric of her dress is the only barrier between them.

- When Nesta is ready she’ll have Cassian help her remove her clothing.

- “Are you sure Nes?”

“I wouldn’t trust anyone, but you Cassian. Only you.”

- Cassian slowly memorizes each curve of Nesta’s body as it is revealed. His hands gliding up her legs and placing little kisses at her knees. He teases Nesta slowly until at last the final piece of garment is removed.

- Nesta, still feeling modest, will cover her breasts as Cassian rises up to meet her eyes.

- When Cassian notices this he ever so tenderly reaches for her.

- “You don’t need to hide from me Nesta. You’re-” Cassian was never one with words to compliment females. That’s Rhysand’s style. Not Cassian’s. And Mother above he struggles to find a way to describe how completely beautiful and fierce Nesta is.

- Nesta chuckles at Cassian’s stumble. Thinking that at least she isn’t the only one nervous. That they are walking into this as equals. But then Cassian’s next words make Nesta’s heart stutter.

- “You’re everything to me. My heart, my soul, my mate. And I love you so much  more than I can even explain-”

- Nesta kisses him at that moment. Her hands falling away and pulling him close so that their naked bodies are pressed against each other.

- “Then don’t say anything else…because I love you too Cassian.”

anonymous asked:

can i get some prince adam angst

Originally posted by fyeahmovies

Title: Cliché.
Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader.
Words: 1,672.
Rating: T (Blood, gore, guns, death).
Summary: What if you took the bullet from Gaston that was meant to kill a ‘Beast’?


There were a few things that you were aware of in the moment that you found yourself in.

Firstly, Prince Adam was not a Beast, and even after years of being seen as one by himself and by those around him, he had finally realized that the only Beast was the one he was convinced he was. He was twisted into one and manipulated into that life because his father was determined to raise him without a drop of love in his heart after his mother died. You had changed that. You radiated pureness in the form that made Prince Adam stop in his tracks in wonderment. Have you really taught him that he wasn’t what he was cursed with? Have you truly taught him that there were slivers of love and adoration, those left deep inside after his mother passed? The inventible answer seemed to be an alarming yes.

He made his feelings clearly known as Adam snarled at Gaston a few moments prior to now, “I am not a Beast.” The sentence ended with Adam looking at you, as if reassuring that he wasn’t and that he wasn’t going to let himself fall back into the abyss.

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Things to improve YanSims Models and Design

First off hair colors. Anime has a bunch of bright hair colors in a number of unnatural tones. But just because the hair color is unnatural doesn’t mean it needs to have the strongest saturation. Banana yellows and bright cyans look a little too bright and clash a bit. Toning down the hair and eye colors a bit would make the characters all look a little more natural. That also means more mixing tones. One person with light sky-blue hair will look vastly different than someone with dark navy blue hair. This would help everyone look more unique and more natural.

Second some uniform variations for everyone. Boys with undershirts and jackets, or girls who wear sweaters with their uniforms. Varying skirt lengths especially on rivals would help make everyone look more unique. . And to help with this changing the uniform from the sailor uniform to one more highschool-esque would help. Variations would look nicer with a button up than a sailor shirt.

Skin tone variation would also improve the whole of the school. The one singular skin tone makes them all seem like clones. And characters like Musume and Asu stand out (not in a good way). Making all characters, including background characters, have greater variations would make everyone more unique. Tanner Amai would stand out more so than a girl with the same hair and paler skin. Diversity is key to making a group stand out, and not have everyone look identical or like clones.

I feel as if having everyone in a club have similar hair or expression is a difficult thing to pull off well. You run the risk of everyone in a club looking related. The accessories idea to me seems much more practical and realistic than everyone in the Drama Club with the same purple hair.

Various skirt lengths would allow for obvious distinction, especially with rivals. Oka in a long skirt would instantly make her stand out. And different skirt designs. Megami in a simple businesslike skirt vs Kizana in an intricate and detailed skirt.

Finally a few extra details. Glasses and earring are already adding to this, but additions like freckles, painted fingernails, necklaces, hair bows, belts and bandaids are subtle touches that make the game seem a little more detailed.

All of these things, most of them simple changes, would vastly improve the models appearance and their uniqueness, especially with rivals in a school that’s supposed to have 100+ students.

All bodies are different. Some bodies have scars. Some have freckles. Some have birthmarks. Some have dark skin, light skin, medium skin, mixed skin, two-toned skin, etc. Some have tattoos. Some have piercings. Some have hair. Some don’t. Some are different looking. Some bodies are made different. Some are missing pieces. Some have extra pieces. Some bodies are hand-made by surgeons and doctors. Some bodies are fought for. All bodies are strong. All bodies are worthy of respect, love, and care. All bodies are different. Most importantly, all bodies are beautiful.

Black and White - Chapter 5

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 4014 words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

After that particular night in which Baekhyun had kissed you on the cheek, things seemed to have changed. During the following days in which he’d meet up with you so you both could continue the progress of the project, there was an unidentified tension lingering the air. It wasn’t thick to the point where it would suffocate him, but faint enough just for him to feel it in the lightest of ways.

Not to mention, neither of you addressed the kiss either.

He liked you. That much was undeniable. If he thought that the first few weeks when you were glued stuck to the back of his mind was too much, now it got worse.

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March is #trypod month

I’m a huge fan of podcasts, and I’ve been wanting to make a list of my favourites. Since March is #trypod month, there’s no better time to write my first recommendation list! #trypod is a way to get the word out about podcasts since podcasting is still a pretty new and lesser known way to take in media.

History + storytelling

Myth & Legends - Stories from myths, legends, and folklore with modern interpretations. Some are stories you think you know, but with surprising origins. Others are stories you might not have heard, but really should. 
Tone - light, comical
Best episode (imo) - 15, Slavic Folklore: Bad Wolf
(This is my favourite podcast!)

Lore - Dark, historical tales that fuel our modern superstitions. Each episode explores the world of mysterious creatures, tragic events, and unusual places. Because sometimes the truth is more frightening than fiction.
Tone: dark, chilling
Best episode: 23, Rope and Railing (I’m still psychologically scarred from this tbh)

The Memory Palace - Short, surprising stories of the past, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes hysterical, often a bit of both.
Tone: mixed, see above
Best episode: 59, Harriet Quimby and 62, We’ve Forgotten James Powell

Astonishing Legends - A look at legendary strange and unusual events throughout history and interviews with people who’ve had close encounters with the unexplained.
Tone: like you’re drinking around a campfire with your conspiracy theorist friends
Best episode: 31, Skinwalker Ranch

Unexplained - A show about strange and mysterious real life events that continue to evade explanation, where the unknown and paranormal meet some of the most radical ideas in science today.
Tone: informative, dramatic
Best episode: 8, When the Light Fades

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Preforming arts

Wooden Overcoats - Rudyard Funn runs a funeral home in the village of Piffling Vale. It used to be the only one. It isn’t anymore…
Tone: dry humour
(This is my favourite preforming arts podcast, please try it!)

Welcome to Night Vale - Community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff’s Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events. Turn on your radio and hide.
Tone: dark comedy

Alice Isn’t Dead - A truck driver encounters not-quite-human creatures, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy while driving across America in search of the wife she had long assumed dead.
Tone: horror

Ruby (The Adventures of an Intergalactic Gumshoe) - Ruby is a galactic gumshoe. A good one. The Android Sisters perform satirical speak-songs as Ruby encounters some pretty weird planetary inhabitants on her quest for truth.
Tone: comic science fiction

The Black Tapes - A serialized docudrama about one journalist’s search for truth, her enigmatic subject’s mysterious past, and the literal and figurative ghosts that haunt them.
Tone: horror (seriously)

TANIS - Tanis is an exploration of the nature of truth, conspiracy, and information. Tanis is what happens when the lines between science and fiction start to blur. (This one starts slow, but trust it.)
Tone: horror

Homecoming - The story of a caseworker at an experimental facility, her ambitious supervisor (David Schwimmer), and a soldier eager to rejoin civilian life (Oscar Isaac).
Tone: psychological thriller

Limetown - Ten years ago, over three hundred men, women and children disappeared from a small town in Tennessee, never to be heard from again.
Tone: mystery, horror

In the future when I’ve found more favourites, I’ll add them (I have so many downloaded and so little time). These people deserve recognition and support. Please give a podcast a try today, and please reblog this post to help spread the word about this vastly underrated form of media!